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BLOODLUST by Bil Caesar
ItsAGibbo- HOLLY
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Yep!
Sorry it a habit, like sayin darlin', chuck, love, dear. I say --CHICKEN. Lol.
Pleez dont b offended cos it not ment like that. XXX
Sorry it a habit, like sayin darlin', chuck, love, dear. I say --CHICKEN. Lol.
Pleez dont b offended cos it not ment like that. XXX
ItsAGibbo- HOLLY
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lol
No, I wasnt offened, just curious.
No, I wasnt offened, just curious.
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JADE -- Congrats on expecting a lil girl, love the name btw. Also congrats on the engagement.
Hope evryfinelse is goin well 4 ya chicken. Lol.
Hope evryfinelse is goin well 4 ya chicken. Lol.
ItsAGibbo- HOLLY
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Yeah, it is!
Thanks!
Thanks!
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You call me Chicken, all the time, too, lol! 
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Lol. I call EVRYBODY chicken. (Well women anyway.) Blokes are just called mate. Lol.
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CHAPTER
9
Killing
Time
Slate
City. 24th
May 2038 – 6:02 am
The black curtain of the night
sky is broken by a deep purple hue on the horizon as the sun begins
to rise, rewarding Slate City with a new day for surviving yet
another night. The few glistening stars already disappearing behind
the thick black clouds created by the factories as they start up
their daily process of spilling pollution and toxic stink into the
atmosphere, doing their part to ruin the environment.
Alex Grant lays on his bed,
staring up at the ceiling. He had found it impossible to sleep last
night after what Connor had told him yesterday.
The fact that Vampyr's are real
disturbed him but not half as much as the identity of the Vampyr that
had killed his partner.
Jack the Ripper.
The most famous serial killer
in human history was a twisted psychopath long before he was turned.
He has spent a hundred and fifty years traveling the world and
perfecting his killing ways, and now he has brought his terror to
Slate City.
He looks at the digital clock
on his bedside table. He has about an hour until Connor is due to
pick him up, Grant pulls back his duvet and climbs out of his bed,
desperately trying to ignore the fatigue and tiredness that fills his
body and mind.
His bones crack as he
stretches, he lays flat on the floor and begins his morning routine
with twenty five push ups before doing the rest. He had always been
active in the mornings, before their divorce Karen had loved watching
him do his workout as she played under the covers.
Although, that always
resulted in a second workout that they had both been more than happy
to participate in. Grant allows himself a smile, which quickly
disappears at thought of what he had lost.
Once his fifteen minute workout
is done, he moves toward his wardrobe, pulls out a clean pair of
jeans and a light blue shirt, placing them on the edge of his bed,
then he heads into the bathroom. He turns on the shower and looks at
himself in the mirror, waiting for the water to heat up.
A dark figure squats on the
rooftop opposite Grant's apartment.
Connor could tell that Grant
had barely slept the entire night. He watches as Grant climbs out of
his bed, sorts out some clothes and then starts doing push ups.
Impressive for a human to be
so active after having such a disturbed sleep. Connor thinks to
himself.
He allows himself a moment to
relax, he had been watching Grants apartment all night hoping that
Jack would show up. The Ripper had rarely left witnesses before and
when he did, his victims either died or they joined him and no Vampyr
– Immortalis or Rax – would ever turn on their
sire. Jack hadn't left a viable witness in nearly eighty years and it
was very unlikely that he would have left one unharmed by choice.
Jack had always been quite
meticulous about it.
Jack had most definitely had
the time and the opportunity to kill Grant but instead Jack had
chosen to flee.
On the one hand Jack wouldn't
leave a witness and Connor seriously doubted that Grant would have
made an deal with Jack to spare his own life. It was possible that
Grant was just lucky but Connor almost laughs out loud at the
thought. Grant is big and tough but its very doubtful that he would
survive a tussle with a Vampyr as old as Jack.
So what was it? Was Grant
left alive for a reason? If so, then why? And if he wasn't left alive
for a reason then why didn't Jack just tear his throat out?
It left Connor feeling
confounded, he had pondered his thoughts and ran through a million
different scenarios in his head, while watching Grants apartment, but
not one of them made sense.
It was obvious that Jack didn't
know about Grants heritage, if he had, he would have killed Grant in
a fraction of a heartbeat.
Connor shifts his eyes away
from Grants apartment window, looking toward the east, he watches as
the first rays of sunlight breach the horizon and start their daily
struggle against the thick black clouds that pour from the factories
of Slate City.
He reaches into his coat pocket
and pulls out a metallic glasses case, takes his sunglasses out, puts
them on and then puts the case back into his pocket.
Unlike the Rax, Immortalis
Vampyr's have no reason to fear the sun. The harsh light only stings
their eyes but after a while the Immortalis can grow accustomed to
it.
Connor has never had any desire
to get used to daylight, the Rax's have a tendency to hide in the
shadows – even at night – and since it's his job to hunt them, he
can't allow his eyes to adjust to the light as it would hinder his
ability to see clearly in the darkest of places.
He had known many Alchemy
Agents over the last century that had given into the beauty of
daylight causing them to become useless as hunters. Their eyes
adjusting to the light usually resulted in the lucky ones
having to quit their jobs for something less hazardous. The unlucky
ones had mostly fallen victim to the Rax's savagery when they had
raided a nest full of them and being unable to see well in the
darkness, had ended up being torn apart.
Connors train of thought is
interrupted by a woman's shrill scream rising from the street below
him, he looks over the edge of the building and looks down as a woman
runs out of an alley, followed swiftly by three large men. He feels
anger fill his entire being but he holds it down, afraid that if he
lost control for even a moment then he would lose himself and become
the monster that he once was.
I will die before I let that
happen.
He stands up, the cramp in his
legs makes a painful protest at the motion but he ignores it. He
stretches his back, loosens his shoulders and turns his head allowing
every bone and joint in his body to make their clicking protests
before he jumps in the fray.
For a moment Connor hesitates,
he looks at the apartment window as Grant puts clothes on his bed and
moves into another room.
Could this be a ploy? Could
Jack have set this up to distract me so that he can finally kill
Grant and finish the job? Connor thinks to himself.
The three men look human, the
first one is relatively short with shoulder length hair, the second
has a shaved head and the third looks like a walking tattoo to
Connor.
That doesn't mean anything,
Jack could easily have the means to hire humans especially in a city
as corrupt as this one.
Connor stops thinking as he
watches the smallest of the thugs push the woman to the floor so
hard, that she almost seems to bounce as she tumbles head over heels
across the pavement, slightly tearing her dress as she rolls,
scraping her elbows and knees on the tarmac.
The three men all approach her
as she scrambles backward, desperately trying to get away from her
attackers. The tattooed thug steps back as the other two grab hold of
her by the shoulders and stand her up, the woman cant do anything but
shake as terror floods through her.
Tattoo reaches into the back of
his waist and pulls out a pistol, he aims it at the woman, causing
her fear to breach the surface as she bursts into tears and starts to
beg for her life.
Thats it! Thinks Connor,
unable to sit by any longer and watch this woman be murdered before
his eyes.
Without a second thought he
steps off of the roof, the wind whips past his ears and his coat
flaps behind him as he drops the twenty stories through the air.
Connor twists his body and
angles his drop toward the tattooed thug as he cocks the pistol. When
Connor gets close enough to the thug, he kicks the guy in the back of
the head. Tattoos skull shatters with a wet crack as the tip of
Connors boot enters the thugs brain, killing him instantly.
Connor lands in a crouch next
to the tattooed corpse, blood and brain matter spilling out of his
skull onto the pavement
The two remaining thugs and the
woman look at Connor, all of their faces filled with shock and
confusion at the impossible sight that they had all just witnessed.
All three faces are pale, they look at Connor, then at the rooftop
from which he had jumped and then at each other. The two thugs have
released the woman from their grip but she still stands between them
completely stunned, frozen still and silent by fear and disbelief.
Connor stands from his crouch
and steps toward them, the womans falls backward as she trips over
her own feet and sits on the pavement never taking her eyes off of
Connor. The two thugs reach into their jackets and pull out their
pistols, immediately aiming them at him. Connor stops moving and
raises his hands to show that he is unarmed, they both look at the
body of their friend on the floor.
Connor seizes the moment and
runs toward the bald thug, using all of the preternatural speed of a
Vampyr, he closes the gap in moments. The thug fires a shot and the
bullet whistles past Connors ear as he dives forward toward the thug,
knocking him to the ground. Connor kneels over the winded thug and
punches him hard in the face, knocking him out cold. The thugs body
goes limp.
He'll be out for a few
hours. Connor thinks to himself.
He looks at the woman and sees
her eyes shift to something behind him. He sees alarm in her face and
then it hits him and he realizes what she is looking at.
There
were three of them!
Connor barely as time to react
before the third thug fires his gun at his back, the bullet bores
into his shoulder, tearing muscle as it buries itself deep into his
flesh.
Unable to suppress his rage any
longer, he unleashes a low guttural growl as he turns to face the
trembling thug. Driven by his pain and rage, Connor moves with
unbelievable speed closing the thirty foot gap in the blink of an
eye.
Connor grabs the pistol and
tears it from the thugs grip, almost ripping the thugs hand off in
the process using the momentum, he twists his body as he pivots on
his left foot, bringing his right foot up and around in a lightening
fast roundhouse kick. His boot connects with the thugs chest, in a
fraction of a second Connor feels the mans ribcage shatter with the
force of the blow, splinters of bone puncturing his lungs as his
lifeless body flies ten feet through the air until he slams into a
lamppost causing him to fall into a heap.
Connor turns around to the
woman and offers her his hand. The woman starts to scramble backwards
her face filled with terror, she manages to get to her feet and runs
down the street at an impressive speed considering the size of her
heels.
You're
welcome! Connor thinks
sarcastically to himself as he puts his hand in the back pocket of
his jeans and pulls out his phone. He presses a key and put the phone
to his ear. While he waits, he puts his other hand to his wounded
shoulder, attempting to dig the bullet out but he soon gives up
because it just hurts more, then he looks at the three thugs that lay
sprawled out on the pavement.
Someone eventually picks up.
“Please state your rank, name
and number.” The voice says.
“Alchemy Agent Connor, Hunter
Division. 8267.” Connor replies without hesitation.
“The nature of your call
Agent Connor?” The voice asks.
“I need a cleanup crew at
Croft road, three males, two dead and one unconscious. Request
immediate extraction.”
“We will have a unit sent to
your position shortly.” The voice says as Connor closes his phone
and places it back into his pocket.
Connor waits fifteen minutes
and then he spots a black van turn a corner and head up the street
toward him. The van screeches to a stop in front of him and five
Vampyr cleaners, all dressed in black jump out of the back of the
van. Four of them get to work, cleaning the mess that Connor had
created as they start to move the bodies. The remaining Vampyr
approaches Connor and takes down his statement of what happened to
the three thugs and a description of the woman they attacked. The
Vampyr hands Connor the folder, he quickly looks at the written
statement and when he's satisfied that it's accurate enough, he
presses his thumb on a pin in the bottom right of the statement to
leave his blood signature and hands the folder back to the cleaner.
The cleaner then moves over to where the woman fell and takes a swab
of the blood.
Knowing that there is nothing
more he can do, Connor walks across the road toward Grants apartment,
leaving the cleaners to do what they do best.
Grant is in his bathroom
tidying his goatee with his trimmers when he hears a knock at his
door. He puts his trimmers down and moves through the front room,
grabbing his pistol as he heads toward the front door.
“Who is it?” Grant calls
out, placing the barrel of his pistol against the door as he waits
for an answer.
“It's Connor.” Comes the
reply.
Grant removes the chain from
the door and pulls it open to see Connor stood in the hallway. A
moment of awkward silence passes between them.
“Aren't you going to invite
me in?” Connor asks.
For a second Grant has a look
of confusion on his face and then it hits him.
He's a Vampyr, of course he
needs an invitation.
“Oh yeah, I'm sorry. I forgot
for a moment that your kind need invitations to enter peoples homes.”
Grant stands aside. “I invite you in.”
Connor chuckles quietly as he
crosses the threshold, slightly shaking his head. “For the record,
Vampyr's do not need an invitation.”
Grants looks at Connor with a
stunned look on his face, he looks at the door and then back at
Connor. “If you don't need an invite, then why did you ask for
one?”
“It's just polite, thats
all.” Connor shifts his shoulder to relieve the ache. “I don't
suppose you have a first aid kit do you?”
Grant notices blood coming from
under Connors sleeve and covering his hand before it drips on the
floor.
“Yeah, its in the bathroom
cupboard under the sink. Are you okay?” Grant notices a hole in the
left shoulder of Connors Leather coat, a trail of blood running from
it.
“I will be fine.” Connor
moves into the bathroom.
“Are you going to tell me
what happened?”
“I had a run in with a few
thugs outside and got shot for my troubles. Can you get me a knife
please?”
“Sure.” Grant moves into
his kitchen and grabs the cleanest sharp knife that he can find and
moves to the bathroom door and hands Connor the blade. “So you
going to file a report or something?”
Connor removes his coat and
takes off his T-shirt, turning his body so that he can see the bullet
wound in the mirror. Holding the knife with his right hand, he
reaches behind and makes an incision in the wound to make it wider.
Once he is satisfied that it's big enough, he puts the knife in the
sink and picks up the tweezers.
“It's being taken care of.”
Connor says between his teeth as he pushes the tweezers into his
flesh.
“What do you mean?”
“Vampyr's cant risk raising
suspicion among the humans yet so we have our own clean up crews.
They take care of alibi's, witnesses and make sure that Vampyr's are
not suspected in the media or any other official reports.”
Grant moves over to his window
and looks down at the street outside. He notices four men dressed in
black, two of them are hosing down the pavement, while the other two
throw a large body bag into the back of a large van. A few seconds
later, the four men climb into the van and the van pulls off,
disappearing into the distance, as if it had never been there.
“Did you kill them?” Grant
feels a mixture of emotions run through his body. He reaches for his
gun again, suddenly afraid that Connor may turn on him.
Connor pulls the bullet out of
his shoulder with a grunt and drops it into the sink. “I didn't
have a choice.” He says, without looking at Grant. “We have our
own system of justice when it comes to these matters. I will be
punished accordingly if The Council of Twelve deem it
necessary.”
“What the hell does that
mean?” Grant holsters his pistol and starts pat his pockets, trying
to find his keys.
“Okay.” Says Connor as he
starts to stitch his open wound. “Basically when an Alchemy Agent
kills a human, it is investigated by a group called The Council of
Twelve. No one knows their identity so its impossible to corrupt
their decision through bribery or blackmail. The Council investigate
the causes and scenarios to see if the deaths could have been
avoided. If the council agree that it was a justified and unavoidable
kill then they will not take any action. If it could be
avoided however, then the charges range from a years incarceration to
the death penalty. It all depends on the circumstances and what
decision The Council agree to.”
“So now you just have to wait
for their decision?” He looks in between the couch cushions for the
missing keys.
“Precisely, there will be no
trial or appeals. The Council will examine the evidence until they
are all agreed on a unanimous verdict and sentence. Then they will
arrange for the arrest and the sentence will be carried out
immediately.” Connor puts his T-shirt and coat back on and heads
into the front room. “We need to go.”
Grant looks around his coffee
table for his keys, moving files and other papers as he searches. He
spots the keys on top of his Television. “Where are we going?”
Connor winces as he straightens
the collar of his coat. “I will tell you on the way.”
Connor steps out of Grants
apartment first, Grant quickly checks he has everything. Wallet,
phone, tobacco, lighter and keys. When he is satisfied that he hasn't
forgot anything, he grabs his suede jacket from the coat rack next to
the door and puts it on. He quickly looks back at the room to check
he hasn't left anything on then he follows Connor, closing the door
behind him.
9
Killing
Time
Slate
City. 24th
May 2038 – 6:02 am
The black curtain of the night
sky is broken by a deep purple hue on the horizon as the sun begins
to rise, rewarding Slate City with a new day for surviving yet
another night. The few glistening stars already disappearing behind
the thick black clouds created by the factories as they start up
their daily process of spilling pollution and toxic stink into the
atmosphere, doing their part to ruin the environment.
Alex Grant lays on his bed,
staring up at the ceiling. He had found it impossible to sleep last
night after what Connor had told him yesterday.
The fact that Vampyr's are real
disturbed him but not half as much as the identity of the Vampyr that
had killed his partner.
Jack the Ripper.
The most famous serial killer
in human history was a twisted psychopath long before he was turned.
He has spent a hundred and fifty years traveling the world and
perfecting his killing ways, and now he has brought his terror to
Slate City.
He looks at the digital clock
on his bedside table. He has about an hour until Connor is due to
pick him up, Grant pulls back his duvet and climbs out of his bed,
desperately trying to ignore the fatigue and tiredness that fills his
body and mind.
His bones crack as he
stretches, he lays flat on the floor and begins his morning routine
with twenty five push ups before doing the rest. He had always been
active in the mornings, before their divorce Karen had loved watching
him do his workout as she played under the covers.
Although, that always
resulted in a second workout that they had both been more than happy
to participate in. Grant allows himself a smile, which quickly
disappears at thought of what he had lost.
Once his fifteen minute workout
is done, he moves toward his wardrobe, pulls out a clean pair of
jeans and a light blue shirt, placing them on the edge of his bed,
then he heads into the bathroom. He turns on the shower and looks at
himself in the mirror, waiting for the water to heat up.
A dark figure squats on the
rooftop opposite Grant's apartment.
Connor could tell that Grant
had barely slept the entire night. He watches as Grant climbs out of
his bed, sorts out some clothes and then starts doing push ups.
Impressive for a human to be
so active after having such a disturbed sleep. Connor thinks to
himself.
He allows himself a moment to
relax, he had been watching Grants apartment all night hoping that
Jack would show up. The Ripper had rarely left witnesses before and
when he did, his victims either died or they joined him and no Vampyr
– Immortalis or Rax – would ever turn on their
sire. Jack hadn't left a viable witness in nearly eighty years and it
was very unlikely that he would have left one unharmed by choice.
Jack had always been quite
meticulous about it.
Jack had most definitely had
the time and the opportunity to kill Grant but instead Jack had
chosen to flee.
On the one hand Jack wouldn't
leave a witness and Connor seriously doubted that Grant would have
made an deal with Jack to spare his own life. It was possible that
Grant was just lucky but Connor almost laughs out loud at the
thought. Grant is big and tough but its very doubtful that he would
survive a tussle with a Vampyr as old as Jack.
So what was it? Was Grant
left alive for a reason? If so, then why? And if he wasn't left alive
for a reason then why didn't Jack just tear his throat out?
It left Connor feeling
confounded, he had pondered his thoughts and ran through a million
different scenarios in his head, while watching Grants apartment, but
not one of them made sense.
It was obvious that Jack didn't
know about Grants heritage, if he had, he would have killed Grant in
a fraction of a heartbeat.
Connor shifts his eyes away
from Grants apartment window, looking toward the east, he watches as
the first rays of sunlight breach the horizon and start their daily
struggle against the thick black clouds that pour from the factories
of Slate City.
He reaches into his coat pocket
and pulls out a metallic glasses case, takes his sunglasses out, puts
them on and then puts the case back into his pocket.
Unlike the Rax, Immortalis
Vampyr's have no reason to fear the sun. The harsh light only stings
their eyes but after a while the Immortalis can grow accustomed to
it.
Connor has never had any desire
to get used to daylight, the Rax's have a tendency to hide in the
shadows – even at night – and since it's his job to hunt them, he
can't allow his eyes to adjust to the light as it would hinder his
ability to see clearly in the darkest of places.
He had known many Alchemy
Agents over the last century that had given into the beauty of
daylight causing them to become useless as hunters. Their eyes
adjusting to the light usually resulted in the lucky ones
having to quit their jobs for something less hazardous. The unlucky
ones had mostly fallen victim to the Rax's savagery when they had
raided a nest full of them and being unable to see well in the
darkness, had ended up being torn apart.
Connors train of thought is
interrupted by a woman's shrill scream rising from the street below
him, he looks over the edge of the building and looks down as a woman
runs out of an alley, followed swiftly by three large men. He feels
anger fill his entire being but he holds it down, afraid that if he
lost control for even a moment then he would lose himself and become
the monster that he once was.
I will die before I let that
happen.
He stands up, the cramp in his
legs makes a painful protest at the motion but he ignores it. He
stretches his back, loosens his shoulders and turns his head allowing
every bone and joint in his body to make their clicking protests
before he jumps in the fray.
For a moment Connor hesitates,
he looks at the apartment window as Grant puts clothes on his bed and
moves into another room.
Could this be a ploy? Could
Jack have set this up to distract me so that he can finally kill
Grant and finish the job? Connor thinks to himself.
The three men look human, the
first one is relatively short with shoulder length hair, the second
has a shaved head and the third looks like a walking tattoo to
Connor.
That doesn't mean anything,
Jack could easily have the means to hire humans especially in a city
as corrupt as this one.
Connor stops thinking as he
watches the smallest of the thugs push the woman to the floor so
hard, that she almost seems to bounce as she tumbles head over heels
across the pavement, slightly tearing her dress as she rolls,
scraping her elbows and knees on the tarmac.
The three men all approach her
as she scrambles backward, desperately trying to get away from her
attackers. The tattooed thug steps back as the other two grab hold of
her by the shoulders and stand her up, the woman cant do anything but
shake as terror floods through her.
Tattoo reaches into the back of
his waist and pulls out a pistol, he aims it at the woman, causing
her fear to breach the surface as she bursts into tears and starts to
beg for her life.
Thats it! Thinks Connor,
unable to sit by any longer and watch this woman be murdered before
his eyes.
Without a second thought he
steps off of the roof, the wind whips past his ears and his coat
flaps behind him as he drops the twenty stories through the air.
Connor twists his body and
angles his drop toward the tattooed thug as he cocks the pistol. When
Connor gets close enough to the thug, he kicks the guy in the back of
the head. Tattoos skull shatters with a wet crack as the tip of
Connors boot enters the thugs brain, killing him instantly.
Connor lands in a crouch next
to the tattooed corpse, blood and brain matter spilling out of his
skull onto the pavement
The two remaining thugs and the
woman look at Connor, all of their faces filled with shock and
confusion at the impossible sight that they had all just witnessed.
All three faces are pale, they look at Connor, then at the rooftop
from which he had jumped and then at each other. The two thugs have
released the woman from their grip but she still stands between them
completely stunned, frozen still and silent by fear and disbelief.
Connor stands from his crouch
and steps toward them, the womans falls backward as she trips over
her own feet and sits on the pavement never taking her eyes off of
Connor. The two thugs reach into their jackets and pull out their
pistols, immediately aiming them at him. Connor stops moving and
raises his hands to show that he is unarmed, they both look at the
body of their friend on the floor.
Connor seizes the moment and
runs toward the bald thug, using all of the preternatural speed of a
Vampyr, he closes the gap in moments. The thug fires a shot and the
bullet whistles past Connors ear as he dives forward toward the thug,
knocking him to the ground. Connor kneels over the winded thug and
punches him hard in the face, knocking him out cold. The thugs body
goes limp.
He'll be out for a few
hours. Connor thinks to himself.
He looks at the woman and sees
her eyes shift to something behind him. He sees alarm in her face and
then it hits him and he realizes what she is looking at.
There
were three of them!
Connor barely as time to react
before the third thug fires his gun at his back, the bullet bores
into his shoulder, tearing muscle as it buries itself deep into his
flesh.
Unable to suppress his rage any
longer, he unleashes a low guttural growl as he turns to face the
trembling thug. Driven by his pain and rage, Connor moves with
unbelievable speed closing the thirty foot gap in the blink of an
eye.
Connor grabs the pistol and
tears it from the thugs grip, almost ripping the thugs hand off in
the process using the momentum, he twists his body as he pivots on
his left foot, bringing his right foot up and around in a lightening
fast roundhouse kick. His boot connects with the thugs chest, in a
fraction of a second Connor feels the mans ribcage shatter with the
force of the blow, splinters of bone puncturing his lungs as his
lifeless body flies ten feet through the air until he slams into a
lamppost causing him to fall into a heap.
Connor turns around to the
woman and offers her his hand. The woman starts to scramble backwards
her face filled with terror, she manages to get to her feet and runs
down the street at an impressive speed considering the size of her
heels.
You're
welcome! Connor thinks
sarcastically to himself as he puts his hand in the back pocket of
his jeans and pulls out his phone. He presses a key and put the phone
to his ear. While he waits, he puts his other hand to his wounded
shoulder, attempting to dig the bullet out but he soon gives up
because it just hurts more, then he looks at the three thugs that lay
sprawled out on the pavement.
Someone eventually picks up.
“Please state your rank, name
and number.” The voice says.
“Alchemy Agent Connor, Hunter
Division. 8267.” Connor replies without hesitation.
“The nature of your call
Agent Connor?” The voice asks.
“I need a cleanup crew at
Croft road, three males, two dead and one unconscious. Request
immediate extraction.”
“We will have a unit sent to
your position shortly.” The voice says as Connor closes his phone
and places it back into his pocket.
Connor waits fifteen minutes
and then he spots a black van turn a corner and head up the street
toward him. The van screeches to a stop in front of him and five
Vampyr cleaners, all dressed in black jump out of the back of the
van. Four of them get to work, cleaning the mess that Connor had
created as they start to move the bodies. The remaining Vampyr
approaches Connor and takes down his statement of what happened to
the three thugs and a description of the woman they attacked. The
Vampyr hands Connor the folder, he quickly looks at the written
statement and when he's satisfied that it's accurate enough, he
presses his thumb on a pin in the bottom right of the statement to
leave his blood signature and hands the folder back to the cleaner.
The cleaner then moves over to where the woman fell and takes a swab
of the blood.
Knowing that there is nothing
more he can do, Connor walks across the road toward Grants apartment,
leaving the cleaners to do what they do best.
Grant is in his bathroom
tidying his goatee with his trimmers when he hears a knock at his
door. He puts his trimmers down and moves through the front room,
grabbing his pistol as he heads toward the front door.
“Who is it?” Grant calls
out, placing the barrel of his pistol against the door as he waits
for an answer.
“It's Connor.” Comes the
reply.
Grant removes the chain from
the door and pulls it open to see Connor stood in the hallway. A
moment of awkward silence passes between them.
“Aren't you going to invite
me in?” Connor asks.
For a second Grant has a look
of confusion on his face and then it hits him.
He's a Vampyr, of course he
needs an invitation.
“Oh yeah, I'm sorry. I forgot
for a moment that your kind need invitations to enter peoples homes.”
Grant stands aside. “I invite you in.”
Connor chuckles quietly as he
crosses the threshold, slightly shaking his head. “For the record,
Vampyr's do not need an invitation.”
Grants looks at Connor with a
stunned look on his face, he looks at the door and then back at
Connor. “If you don't need an invite, then why did you ask for
one?”
“It's just polite, thats
all.” Connor shifts his shoulder to relieve the ache. “I don't
suppose you have a first aid kit do you?”
Grant notices blood coming from
under Connors sleeve and covering his hand before it drips on the
floor.
“Yeah, its in the bathroom
cupboard under the sink. Are you okay?” Grant notices a hole in the
left shoulder of Connors Leather coat, a trail of blood running from
it.
“I will be fine.” Connor
moves into the bathroom.
“Are you going to tell me
what happened?”
“I had a run in with a few
thugs outside and got shot for my troubles. Can you get me a knife
please?”
“Sure.” Grant moves into
his kitchen and grabs the cleanest sharp knife that he can find and
moves to the bathroom door and hands Connor the blade. “So you
going to file a report or something?”
Connor removes his coat and
takes off his T-shirt, turning his body so that he can see the bullet
wound in the mirror. Holding the knife with his right hand, he
reaches behind and makes an incision in the wound to make it wider.
Once he is satisfied that it's big enough, he puts the knife in the
sink and picks up the tweezers.
“It's being taken care of.”
Connor says between his teeth as he pushes the tweezers into his
flesh.
“What do you mean?”
“Vampyr's cant risk raising
suspicion among the humans yet so we have our own clean up crews.
They take care of alibi's, witnesses and make sure that Vampyr's are
not suspected in the media or any other official reports.”
Grant moves over to his window
and looks down at the street outside. He notices four men dressed in
black, two of them are hosing down the pavement, while the other two
throw a large body bag into the back of a large van. A few seconds
later, the four men climb into the van and the van pulls off,
disappearing into the distance, as if it had never been there.
“Did you kill them?” Grant
feels a mixture of emotions run through his body. He reaches for his
gun again, suddenly afraid that Connor may turn on him.
Connor pulls the bullet out of
his shoulder with a grunt and drops it into the sink. “I didn't
have a choice.” He says, without looking at Grant. “We have our
own system of justice when it comes to these matters. I will be
punished accordingly if The Council of Twelve deem it
necessary.”
“What the hell does that
mean?” Grant holsters his pistol and starts pat his pockets, trying
to find his keys.
“Okay.” Says Connor as he
starts to stitch his open wound. “Basically when an Alchemy Agent
kills a human, it is investigated by a group called The Council of
Twelve. No one knows their identity so its impossible to corrupt
their decision through bribery or blackmail. The Council investigate
the causes and scenarios to see if the deaths could have been
avoided. If the council agree that it was a justified and unavoidable
kill then they will not take any action. If it could be
avoided however, then the charges range from a years incarceration to
the death penalty. It all depends on the circumstances and what
decision The Council agree to.”
“So now you just have to wait
for their decision?” He looks in between the couch cushions for the
missing keys.
“Precisely, there will be no
trial or appeals. The Council will examine the evidence until they
are all agreed on a unanimous verdict and sentence. Then they will
arrange for the arrest and the sentence will be carried out
immediately.” Connor puts his T-shirt and coat back on and heads
into the front room. “We need to go.”
Grant looks around his coffee
table for his keys, moving files and other papers as he searches. He
spots the keys on top of his Television. “Where are we going?”
Connor winces as he straightens
the collar of his coat. “I will tell you on the way.”
Connor steps out of Grants
apartment first, Grant quickly checks he has everything. Wallet,
phone, tobacco, lighter and keys. When he is satisfied that he hasn't
forgot anything, he grabs his suede jacket from the coat rack next to
the door and puts it on. He quickly looks back at the room to check
he hasn't left anything on then he follows Connor, closing the door
behind him.
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Why did that chapter come out weird?????? Hmmmmm!! Sory dunno wot i did but i hope u still enjoy it!! XXX
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You probably pressed the A/A button on the top right of the box, it makes it come out weird.
Another great chapter
Another great chapter
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Cheers chicken. XX
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Awsomeness!!!
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Bil wrote:Lol. I call EVRYBODY chicken. (Well women anyway.) Blokes are just called mate. Lol.
LMAO!!!
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AWESOME!!! Can't 'til next one!
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Cool. Glad it was worth the wait. I wil try not to take so long wit the next 1. XXX
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Hey, take your time! You've got a lot of stuff to do.
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Not anymore i dont. 
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What's up?!
HUGGLE!!!
I've just realised, we haven't spoken like this in ages!
HUGGLE!!!
I've just realised, we haven't spoken like this in ages!
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Jus bin a shitty few wks so i not guna get u down wit my shit.
Howz fingz wit u + the bump? Hope u both healthy? XXX
Howz fingz wit u + the bump? Hope u both healthy? XXX
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Aw!
Yep, we're both fine. Its going great.
Yep, we're both fine. Its going great.
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Gud, u gettin stuck in chairs etc.. yet? Lol. Btw, if sum1 tells u 2 sit on a bean-bag dont do it!!!! Connors ma did it + she cudnt get up. Lol. Glad u both gud. U havin any weird cravings yet? (Pickled onions covered in jam? etc..) XXXXX
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(I had lemon curd sandwiches with flat eggs on the other day!
Bean bags? LMAO!! Will dp.
I'm not getting stuck in chairs yet!!!
Bean bags? LMAO!! Will dp.
I'm not getting stuck in chairs yet!!!
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Ewww!!! Thats mingin. Lol.
Wots 'dp' mean? (Dont 4get im still pretty dense wit the initial fingz.)
Jus thout id ask if u were gettin stuck cos u sed u were massive.
U and ur fella still good? XX
Wots 'dp' mean? (Dont 4get im still pretty dense wit the initial fingz.)
Jus thout id ask if u were gettin stuck cos u sed u were massive.
U and ur fella still good? XX
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Yeah, me and Ryan still good
I meant to type do but it came out wrong. Soz.
I meant to type do but it came out wrong. Soz.
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Gud gud, great 2 here fingz r goin well 4 u.
Lol. Atleast it not jus me bein thick then. XXX
Seems 2 b babys evrywere these days. My new nephew is due in 2 wks. I gettin well broody. Lol. XXX
Lol. Atleast it not jus me bein thick then. XXX
Seems 2 b babys evrywere these days. My new nephew is due in 2 wks. I gettin well broody. Lol. XXX
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